1.Each one of my nails (bloody vision 07/2004)

How can you trust your god, this lier
He sent you on earth to suffer
He betrayed you just to show us
How strong he really think he is

He isn't, he's a creepy worm
On which I will step
He has always wished
To keep the knowledge in his hands

And he turned our glorious Satan
Into a fallen angel
Cause he wanted to teach human
To learn by their own

To open their eyes and learn
On their own experiences
To mistrust every lie of the creator
Of his puppet collection...

He uses fear to keep his gaggle
Well lined like the virgin's sheeps:
“Give me money and Heaven will
open his doors to you,
built churches in my name and I
will absolve you from your sins,
be good Christians, spread the faith”
Shut up bastard!!!

I keep each one of my nails
You'll live again this bloody day
When you were crucified to pay
For all your lies...

Ahhhhhh!
Lier God
Betrayed son
Crucified one

I keep each one of my nails
You'll live again this bloody day
When you were crucified to pay
For all your lies...

Ne sens-tu pas ta transhumance?
Ta pauvre existence n'a aucun sens
Elle prendra fin, c'est une évidence
Tu feras tes adieux dans d'horribles souffrances

Bis

You are the God of the crawling beeings
The Achille's kneel of the divinities
You advocate the altruistic spirit
As you never show it yourself!

Selfishness, hypocrisy
Men are your tools, perversity
You play with them as if they were your dolls
You promised a better life, deiciving

You promised a better death, cheating
By dangling the prospect of Heaven
It's nothing but a shitty place
Full of simple degenerating

I keep each one of my nails
You'll live again this bloody dauy
When you were crucified to pay
For all your lies...



2.The forest of the hanged ones (blood division 07/2003)

Mystic place far beyond the golden oceans
A creepy world reeking of death and despair
The trees seem to live and share a common spirit
The whole wood is only cursed souls, depraved beings
Life ceased at the border of the forest
Nothing has sense in this dark universe

Morbid ideas will find a reason to be
An optimistic man would end his days
The atmosphere is so particular
It's a deadly no man's land
Priests came to exorcise the evil forest
Trying to make go away the black spirits
Which live in each tree, each stone and each creature
A spell was cast so many centuries ago

Can you feel when you approach, fear filling your body
You shiver to your bones but you don't know yet why
You feel like a child abandoned by his own parents
In a terrifying house of horrors
The smell that comes to your nose makes
Makes you understand what scared you just before
Bodies hanging by their neck
Under wears wet and soiled
You now hear the call of desperate spirits
Whispering and complaining for you to arrive!

You think you can escape
But your only will to resist
Won't be enough for your salvation
Death opens you her doors
The end isn't very far now
Your crying won't change anything
You have a lump in your throat
Die now, die now, die!

Irresistible force reducing you to slavery
You feel your body controlled by something else
Morna, forest of the hanged ones
Kingdom of collective suicide
When your vile creatures call
We all prepare our rope
The end gets nearer in this
Unholy ground steel virgin...

Their laments come from the depth of the forest
Bewitching screams recalling those of the sirens
The sprit isn't strong enough to fight against it
You feel the hold over your soul getting stronger

You understand you raped a virgin place
Mankind has always been banished here
And you won't be the first one to soil
This haven of peace will remain the same
Even after you went by
Put your head in the nose
You'll be a new offering to Morna
Like thousands of others before you

It's time for you to rejoice-you know that
Your rope is beside you-so grab it
Don't be afraid death is coming-it's your time
You will have your biggest-erection!!


3.The Christmas slaughter(blood division 03/2004)

Festive time of the end of the year is here
When the whole family gather to celebrate nativity
The wib is in place at the base of the fir
No one has been forgotten, everyone is here

The holy whore- waiting to be raped once again
The bastard son- waiting to be crucified once more
The creator- of his sick and reeking kingdom
And finally- the three wretched bearded

Welcome to the Christmas slaughter
Join us and the party will get higher
Everyone's ready for the Christmas slaughter
The holy trinity will know his bloodiest night

The holy whore- waiting to be raped once again
The bastard son( waiting to be crucified once more
The creator- of his sick and reeking kingdom
And finally- the three wretched bearded

The values you proudly defend
Are only hypocrisy
What a pleasant family's portrait
The parents just wait to go to bed
To kill each other in their sleep
The grandparents just wait to die
The uncle vicar holds the children
On his knees to celebrate the holy knight...

A child was born two thousands
Years ago, and another's
Life was shattered tonight
May the angels die!

Crucifixion
Manipulation
La fin des temps
Pour les croyants…

Little defenceless creatures
You don't deserve to live by my side
Now it's time to face you epitaph
Death is greeting you, you know realise
That your life was just a big void
Maybe your death will be more imposing

Christmas slaughter...